Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 19

Trevon leaned lazily against the corner of the elevator, and his eyes fixed on Natalie, who was unsteady on her feet. The image of her surprising the whole scene came to his mind. He gritted his teeth and said. “You’re quite something.”

However, Natalie was now suffering from the aftereffects of her drunk and did not know that Trevon was talking to her. She was a behaved drinker and would not make any noise after getting drunk. It was just that her feet felt light when walking, as if she was stepping on a cloud, floating.

With a stagger, she was about to fall toward the elevator. But at the same time, a large, strong palm wrapped around her slender, soft waist.

Trevon inexplicably felt his palm very hot. Natalie’s dress was so thin that Trevon could feel the warmth and softness of her skin, and her waist was slender enough to be held by one hand.

He looked at her with obscure eyes.

At this moment, Jim, who held on to his breath and tried to reduce his presence, thought that Trevon still cared about Natalie. At least he did not leave her behind.

The moment the elevator door opened, Jim quickly fled to the car.

He drove the car to the nearest location of the elevator and got out to open the car door for Trevon. Then he went straight to the driver’s seat and raised the fender between the front and rear seats without thinking.

Jim complained deep down, “Life is really too hard.”

In the back seat, Natalie was drowsy. She scratched her face, which was a bit itchy, and always felt something like the fine hair sliding around her face.

She kept scratching her face again and again, but it was still itchy. This action attracted the man’s attention. He stretched out his well–defined fingers to help her pluck the loose hair on her face behind her ear.

After that, Natalie fell asleep quietly against the car window.

Trevon stared quietly at the side–view of her face and muttered, “At least she didn’t make a fuss after drinking.”

Jim arrived at the Adare Manor as quickly as possible. He got out of the car, opened the back car door, and respectfully asked, “Do you want to get out of the car, Mr. Wilson?”

Trevon replied coolly, “What do you think?”

Jim scratched his head and hesitantly asked, “Should I wake up Mrs. Wilson? She’s asleep. Or Mr. Wilson, will you… carry her in…” The last three words were said in an extremely low voice.

took a look at the woman who was still in her carefree sleep in the car. His eyebrows knitted together, and a headache came up to him. He had never carried any woman before, and he was hesitant

according to the agreement, so he turned his head and indifferently said

are you serious? That is your wife, not mine. Do you think I

he said to himself again. “Forget it. I’ll do it. You can leave.”

was still asleep and was jolted by the cold wind. She subconsciously leaned toward the heat source around her, and her hands wrapped

at the moment, he would have thrown her to the

little distracted and hot, just wanting to hurry and throw this “trouble”

house..

cell phone and took a picture of them. He said inwardly, “What a

be cool and sassy but also gentle and quiet. And she can even change at any time.”

Trevon went straight to the guest room and placed Natalie gently on the bed. When he tried to get up, he

sighed helplessly and tried to wake her

The sleeping woman thought she

red lips. His breathing stopped for a

must have done it

over her body and

gaze as if she was prey and wanted to rush over and rip her. However,

accept that his body had some kind of

not even a kiss. It could only be

over and indifferently put them on her. Then he turned

shower.

hadn’t gotten into the car with Hackett yet, reasoning that Sherri was still so excited and wanted to bounce. They tried to

“You should take care of her since you got

If he had known that this woman would make such a

didn’t mess with her. It was she that took the initiative to come up to him and even interrupted his pursuit of his

This was just the

can we go back now?” This woman is Athana’s Landor family’s honored daughter. He couldn’t beat her up or be rude. to her, or Edward would surely teach him a

impatiently urged, “Can

with no patience and

Sherri would not buy it. She struggled and pulled Hackett’s hair with both hands, screaming. I don’t want to go back! I want to dance! Who are